[ There's that wailing again, distant and distressed, far, far away. He just repeats himself, static blurring out pieces of him and his words and his mind, and he lets out a little sob right here, right now, and wrenches those tiny little claws out of the tunnel below them. His. This is his body. His limbs.
He's not afraid of the light, he isn't. The light is Alfie and he still has just enough humanity in him to remember that he isn't scared.
The shadowy puddle pulls itself apart, like tearing up paper into bits. ]
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He's not afraid of the light, he isn't. The light is Alfie and he still has just enough humanity in him to remember that he isn't scared.
The shadowy puddle pulls itself apart, like tearing up paper into bits. ]